Page 3 of Almost Ravaged

UrrrrrMom

NotUrMom

YourDad

Luca6699

SharpShootSean

I gasp when I see it.

LeChasseur7

Seven is Ty’s jersey number.

And “le chasseur” means “the hunter.”

A full-body shudder works its way through me.

Thirty seconds.

“You see it, don’t you?”

I turn and peer up into the eyes of the boy who consumes more of my thoughts than I’d ever dare to admit.

The corners of his lips tip up almost imperceptibly.

“Hope you’re ready to run, Rogue. Because I’m more than ready to catch you.”

My breath hitches and my heart flutters.

He can’t mean—

We’re on the same team. We’re here to annihilate twelve-year-olds, three against ten.

He can’t expect me to—

The alarm sounds.

The lights flick out.

The double doors open, signaling pandemonium.

Preteen boys scream in surround sound. Atty calls out that he’s heading to the upper level. We’re surrounded by commotion, yet I’m frozen in place, completely transfixed, in the eye of the storm with the man I’ve never allowed myself to really look at like this before.

Dark, turbulent eyes bore into mine.

His chiseled features are set, the calmness radiating off him in juxtaposition to the predatory nature of his stare.

Without looking away, he darts his tongue out, wetting his lips.

He angles in even closer, only stopping when his lips are a hairsbreadth from the shell of my ear.

I hold my breath.

I clench my fists. And my thighs.

I wait. Wishing. Wonderingwhat if?